Our Story of the Beginning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our story of the beginning the world and all that is spoken into existence by the authoritative voice of God ...
Poems about separated (31 Poems)
Spoke Time Into Existence (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God, by his will, by his voice creating light into the darkness beginning, day, night bound by God's word the ...
Loving the Things of this World (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In his pride in his possessions evident in his sorrowful response loving the things of this world Separated, blocking out ...
Invisible Walls (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Divisions, difference, distinctions to separate, not of God's hands, human barriers invisible walls, of race, gender, of color, of culture ...
Treated Equally (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
No longer separated, a chosen people by race, by culture, by stale words A new covenant, of His blood lives ...
All is Loss (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All of the work, the story, the steps of my life, my path all is loss. For I was separated, ...
A Jewish Boy (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A wayward Jewish boy separated from family, from his people, from his faith, focused on his wealth, All was lost, ...
Boxes of Beads (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Boxes, and boxes, of beads little compartments, separated by color, by size, the charms in one, the tiger's eye another ...
More than Random Chance (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are wonderfully made unique in all the world, amazing creations of the loving creator, worthy of grace in our ...
Chased (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are pursued, chased by God's love, the prevenient grace of the creator trying desparately, to bring us back to ...
Sin (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Separated from I Am and our Neighbor October 20, 2007 Walk to Emmaus (Raymond A. Foss)
Adrift with the Wind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So many, blown off course, adrift with the winds of life buffeted and capsized, tumbling blowing across the waters, the ...
Riding into the Country (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The road narrowed, lost its freshness shoulders closing in as we drove from the city up into the country away ...
In Praise of Weeding (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rich loam between my fingers, grip of stems, roots, balls of grass pull up through the rain drenched soil smell ...
Oh Church (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The pastor, speaking in parables, and more directly to the congregation itself to brothers and sisters of the same cloth, ...
Spectral Fishermen (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A shadowlike pair fraternal twins on the western bank of the Sugar River one white, one seemingly gray in the ...
His Shop (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There was something about it the way he had things just so, from the start a level, freshly cut boards ...
Aurora (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Claremont to Durham, regular drive, autopilot Rtes 103, 114, 9, 89, 4 Exit 5, New England College down the road ...
An Unholy World (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We live in a time a world that Paul warned us about violence and righteousness claimed in your name the ...
In Praise Of Writing Letters (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Blest be the Man! his Memory at least, Who found the Art, thus to unfold his Breast, And taught succeeding ...
Celestial Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Higher far, Upward, into the pure realm, Over sun or star, Over the flickering Dæmon film, Thou must mount for ...
Ash Wednesday (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her -- Some Disease had vext 'Twas with Text and Village Singing I ...
8 Fragments For Kurt Cobain (Jim Carroll Poem)
1/ Genius is not a generous thing In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover ...
The Improvisatore (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Thesaurus (Billy Collins Poem)
It could be the name of a prehistoric beast that roamed the Paleozoic earth, rising up on its hind legs ...
I SEE A WOMAN MAKING UP (Luis Benitez Poem)
I see a woman any woman making up and change first she is thinking of something else (because when a ...
Words For Departure (Louise Bogan Poem)
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten. When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements, The window-sills were wet ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Part 4 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...